You know in the city, I think they will let you keep six chickens for eggs. But due to a childhood incident with a neighbor's Easter chick, who grew into a big Rooster, I am terrified of chickens.
Feared among chickens. That's something anyway.
I guess I could say I feared for my life so I felt the need to kill the chicken that attacked me.
I did solve my problem with the neighbor's rooster with an accurately thrown baseball when I was out playing catch with my dad.
He stopped threatening me after that, but I still retain the fear.
So it might be more of a heart attack than panic attack if I had to face 12000 of them!
I did solve my problem with the neighbor's rooster with an accurately thrown baseball when I was out playing catch with my dad.
He stopped threatening me after that, but I still retain the fear.
So it might be more of a heart attack than panic attack if I had to face 12000 of them!
Pshawwww, it's only a widdly little chicken, botts. I'm sure you can bash its head anyday, like Dixie. :P KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE :P :P :P :P :P :P :P
but props to you for being able to throw accurately. You up to a game of hoops anytime?
Not anymore. That was in the far distant past.
Between PFH's video of shaking a hen and Botti's and Dixie's tales of battering roosters, I'm getting really nervous. Is there some sort of Deaf v. Poultry thing going on that I didn't know about? Am I going to have to ban my child from our chicken coop for fear she might just snap and live out some bloodthirsty Deaf instinct to pound on the roosters? 
Yes! I just now made the connection. I could probably advise from the side on her training!
